Today I missed my first class of real uni. I arrived on campus on time and met a number of other students in front of the room with the right number on it. Among them were my friends as well and as a collective of about six lost students we wondered why nobody else showed up. We waited ten fifteen minutes, but on of the other students nor the convenor of the course came. As it turned out, we had the right time, the right room, but the wrong building. And well, that was that.
The coffee we had instead was great though. My first coffee from the real uni cafeteria. Exciting. There was a few hours to gap before the next lecture was held, so we walked over to the Brunswick Center to check out a second hand bookstore called Skoob that P told me about the last time I was here. It's huge and they have all kinds of books, more genres than one could ask for, and they even offer a student discount of twenty percent. Life as a student is not too bad, I guess.
After the second class, which was technically speaking our first one, and to be honest a slightly disappointing one, we said our good-byes and see-you-tomorrows. I started walking and it was already half dark when I arrived at Holborn Station. I was meeting my friend Bosccono, who I've never met before, and just as I'm typing this, I realize how strange that sounds. She's one of my favorite hyung's girlfriend and she happens to be a student in London as well.
We couldn't decide what to eat, pizza or pasta, so we went to one of the many Pizza Expresses to get both. We ordered a thin but large diavolo pizza and a creamy chickeny sort of pasta, and a bottle of Chilenian white wine which I liked until we found out that the waiter lied to us about the price. Still, it was a whole bottle and there was plenty of food to have it with. It's funny how sometimes you meet people you already know and it's awkward, and sometimes you meet someone new and it's not.
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